1. Fruity


    Date: 10/16/2017, Categories: Fiction Consensual Sex First Time Teen Romance Written by women Author: pinknectar, Source: sexstories.com

    It’d been raining all day, and after hours of walking down the highway Peaches was soaked to the bone. She normally liked storms, but this one was pissing her off. Despite throwing her thumb up at every passing car, no one had stopped to pick up the teenager and most didn’t even bother stealing a glance at her pitiful form. Her normally thick red curls were plastered to her head and her ratty clothes stuck uncomfortably to her skin. She cussed all the way down the road, hollering obscenities when another car would blow past her at 65 and spray her with more water. She knew they couldn’t hear, but it made her feel better. Finally, the distant roar of a truck’s Jake brake alerted her to sweet relief on its way. She stole a glance behind her and caught sight of the shiny, older Kenworth pulling to a loud stop next to her. It was towing an unmarked white trailer, and judging by how much chrome the truck wore its driver wasn’t doing too bad for himself. Her pulse quickened, hoping maybe the man with obviously deep pockets would share the wealth a little and buy her some gas station food along the way. The passenger door swung open and a lightning bolt cracked ominously overhead, lighting up the dim countryside almost like it was daytime. “What’chu doin’ out here girl? You gonna get run down!” The driver yelled, leaning over and struggling to see her in the ever increasing rain. Peaches tried to play it cool, “Just lookin’ for a ride, driver! Don’t you worry ‘bout me!” “N’aright ...
    ... then. You best get on up here fore you drown!” He waved a thick arm and straightened back up in his leather seat. She didn’t need any more coaxing to throw her backpack up onto the floorboard of the truck and haul herself into the passenger seat, instantly drenching its soft black upholstery with her wet jean shorts. “Sorry ‘bout the water.” She chirped, settling into the warm seat. The trucker had his heat blasting and she suddenly realized how cold she was. “S’alright. Seats’ll dry. Where ya goin’, lil girl?” He asked, shifting easily as they gained speed down the highway. Peaches glanced over at him, he wasn’t nearly as old as she thought he’d be, maybe late twenties as far as her estimate. “Shit if I know, I’m just goin’.” She said, wiggling down the seat and propping her feet up on the shiny black dash. “And why’s that? You awful young to be out on the road by yourself.” He said, deep voice laced with concerned. “Well you’s wrong there, I ain’t alone no more,” she betrayed herself with a giggle, “But if you must know, I ain’t got nowhere to go. I did live out near Crooked Creek with my ma but she done run off with some guy she been seein’ and I didn’t figure she’d be comin’ back no time soon so I left. I waited ‘round that shack for somethin’ like two weeks ‘fore I left today.” “And you just been walkin’ down the highway waitin’ for some stranger to kidnap you?” “Well it ain’t kidnapping if I was goin’ of my own free will but yeah I guess that’s the short of it.” “Well, ...
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